[Verse 1: Heem Stogied]
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f*ck it, chrome .44 you know we tuckin’
b*tches love it, that quick cash they wanna clutch it
But not for me I’m the definition of M.O.B
My b*tches lowkey, f*cking till it’s OD
Youngest n*gga in charge but I’m still a OG
I’m hearing voices, schizophrenic pull the strap you panic
I’m far away like a lost planet, Pluto
Trip a n*gga for that f*ckin’ hublot
n*gga you know
Tryna stunt on front street leave you bare feet
I’m killing loose, not even at my f*cking peak
You n*ggas ass cheeks, I hit you back-to-back like Meek
Body bags or these white sheets
Your rap career is underneath my feet
I’m climbing to the top b*tch, you know I gotta eat
Step to me n*gga you getting beat
Why put money on your head when you could die for free?
I’m thuggin’ till I get a f*cking key
Or that bag these n*ggas got me mad
I’m never glad b*tch I’m not trash
Fake n*ggas winning so I gotta finish last
Real n*ggas never die we immortal living in the skies
A lotta n*ggas lie living in the skies we call em fake guys
Put your face in pie, clown
.4 pound laying pussies down
Show respect when a real n*gga come around (huh)
And I ain’t sayin’ again, n*gga I just wanna win (what)
n*gga I just wanna win
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
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The old man said "that y is a x without a ledge"
The cold pairing ex [?] forgettin’ how to care
My old head [?] left without a prayer
My bow legged pit toboggan the sled cause I’m a player
I blow bag zips and wire the bread from Montclair
Your hoe ass b*tch was bobbing a lift from Mon Che
She bone man’s di*k, she gargling extra balls bare
I won’t last 6, she marvel whenever I appear
Like a [?] special visitation up in the court house
Chocha, cállate la boca
Multi-
Purpose to cope with some baby crystal and road blocks
Stove tops
My vision wear tunnel vision, post stop
I’m 20/20 with the LASIK
30/30 go hunting never sunny always crummy show me the cake mix
What the f*ck is on your biscuit?
I hit your bread basket, with some of that mother f*cking ballistic
Candid kismet
Destiny’s Child with volatile rhythms
Hadouken the wine casks, you n*ggas wild as
I be shooting in Pine Barrens to bypass, time lapse
I’m moving with the dumbo inside the Maybach